A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born

one who picked the name for

building with windows that

would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm

if an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was,

His

doctor had almost given

Mark was still alive. He had lived

a glass of

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

he had not

a while, he murmured, “Today is

when

a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be

also her favorite food,” Mark

“How about

began to

then, he stopped

he never did. It seemed it was better if

not call her,” he said

didn’t have to give Cecilia too much

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

took the medicines from him and swallowed them without

a nurse came

was done, Mark looked sideways at the

phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

asleep nowadays. This time,

the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that

doctor had almost given up

lived two months longer

him with a glass of water

medicine,” Peter

like he

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively at

when

immediately broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

favorite food,”

“How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby

he began to fumble

then, he stopped and shook

never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He

better not call her,”

to give Cecilia

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

from him and swallowed

lay on the bed, and a nurse came in

done, Mark

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

gave birth to Alexis. He

behavior was much like that of

him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

fact, this Cecilia in his

his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I

point,

room were white, just like the

closed his eyes

felt he needed to have more

the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was

had probably gone to buy the pumpkin pies

a plump foreign nurse was in

return home.

Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the

knew he couldn’t

up as long as

if he

stay strong and

finding it difficult to go back

sat up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how

fact, Edwin once told Mark that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so

to go there

fingers trembled as he thought

back

run into a snowstorm on his way, so

pies are still warm,”

paper planes Mark had been making and he

the paper planes and smiled at him, “Okay

some of your

Mark only actually took

was not more than

he put down the spoon because he felt

narrowed his eyes

go back home and have a family reunion,” he

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course you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark

before he could ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang.

was around 4 a.m. in

the caller ID. For a

it. Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged in a

into

boy,”

might concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal

sounded a

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her

given birth to a girl that

so violently that he couldn’t say

Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

no matter what, I hope you survive and

for the emotional entanglement

half of his life. He didn’t deserve

Mark sniffed and put down

never even dared to ask to speak

was eager to hear what had been discussed since all

“What happened?” he asked.

sat on the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and

this and he did a fist pump

great,” he said with a

the first day of the

and began to stroke one

really wanted to fly back home to

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a glance would be

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